[He is steady and quiet while she starts to explain, even if there are several moments he wants to speak up, several moments where he nearly does. It's a surprise that he keeps as still as he does, but maybe it's out of fear for where everything is headed. His face pales when she describes the injury necessitating that particular kind of healing, because - because he should have been there, right? Something that bad.]
[His mouth opens, and the edge disappears into something else entirely, something more stomach churning. Bellamy doesn't want her to keep going. This isn't going to end well.]
Clarke. [He has a sense of dread, the words tight in his throat.] What happened?
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[His mouth opens, and the edge disappears into something else entirely, something more stomach churning. Bellamy doesn't want her to keep going. This isn't going to end well.]
Clarke. [He has a sense of dread, the words tight in his throat.] What happened?